Chen Ming'er waved the Asura Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. This thing had only barely reached the level of a divine artifact, and it was a bit better than the Silent Sleeve Arrow.
He was doing this mainly to humiliate the other side. Hearing him belittle the hammer, Tang San's anger kept rising, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch helplessly, like a useless husband, as his opponent held his life-bound divine artifact, the Asura Clear Sky Hammer.
"I... trade!"
In the end, he still didn't choose to take the hammer back. He'd better trade for his parents first.
"Oh~"
Hearing those two words, which sounded as if they'd been forced through gritted teeth, Chen Ming'er smiled. Then, right in front of Tang San, he brazenly stroked the blood-red hammer.
His movements seemed almost like an assault on the hammer. With a teasing look in his eyes, he said:
"Tang San, oh, Tang San. Your life-bound divine artifact, the Asura Clear Sky Hammer, wanted to be with you until the very end. I only said your name, and it stopped moving."
At the sight, Tang San seemed to hear the sound of an ox bellowing. He was struck by the humiliation of having his wife stolen from him. This Destruction Brat had nearly driven him mad with rage; his lungs felt ready to burst from the strain.
But Tang San really was out of money now. He could only turn his gaze to his son-in-law. Dai Yuhao stiffened at once.
He hesitated. After all, these Soul Spirits were companions who had fought alongside him...
Tang San took in every detail of his movements. His eyes instantly turned cold. Fine, fine. So you're that unwilling, are you? I'll remember this! When we get back, I'll add